Duan Feihan gave a faint smile and said, "I brought her just because it was on the way."
Zhou Ying quickly added, "President Duan probably wanted to see Miss Bai more, so he brought me along as it was convenient."
Zhou Ying almost broke into a cold sweat from Duan Feihan's comment—wasn't President Duan eloquent and persuasive in the business arena? Wouldn't that remark be taken as a cover-up?
Duan Feihan fell silent, perhaps realizing that all those books he bought on speaking skills were really useless.
Bai Chuwei sipped her milk tea, her slim fingers drawing circles on the glass table, and asked languidly, "Miss Zhou, do you know under what circumstances would that piece of land in the east of the city be auctioned off, yet you couldn't do anything with it?"
Forget about building residential complexes or business streets—all of it was out of the question.
Zhou Ying's complexion turned pale as she tentatively asked, "There... are dead people buried there?"
